Notes from a small dog (LIII)

Well, hellooo!

Frankly, it is about time that she got herself out of my seat and let me back at the keyboard… first she goes away for ages… then comes back, smelling of really interesting things… and writes about it for ages… Then she says she’s off again. “Won’t be long, girlie,” she says. Yeah, right. Heard it all before. She says it every morning and she’s always ‘long’ Prob’ly the nearest to ‘tall’ she’ll ever get… and she has the cheek to call me small…

She needn’t think she can bribe me with cheese or that ham stuff either! Well, she can try…as often as she likes for me! But it’s not going to work… Not even the new tennis balls….

Still, I did have a great time with Gooch and the boys… I never mind playing with them for a few days… But I have her right where I want her now…feeling guilty… all poorly and needing cuddles. That’ll teach her for abandoning me while she goes off gallivanting.

I mean, she looked like a mole when she finally came home. Her eyes were all weird. That was bad enough. Now she looks like a hamster… No, not that one.Nothing to do with me….

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Not all cute and fluffy either…

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Though if you saw her in the mornings with the wild hair these days….

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And my lips are sealed as far as this one is concerned…

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No, she looks like this one. Minus the carrot… but with the cheek.

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She’s been moaning about it for days. She looks better now than she did… but even so… she keeps wandering round with ice on her face. And she thinks that entitles her to share my sofa! Cheek! (oops!)

Still, it’s no use kidding myself is it? She only has to look at me with those sad brown eyes and I can’t help it…She looks so pathetic I can’t help giving her a cuddle. I am a dog after all, we don’t hold grudges… not silly ones.

But don’t tell her I said so.

In fact, you’d better not tell her I’ve been on here at all…